Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Slave,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.